She replies, "Stick with the story, you’re supposed to eat me!"
Thursday, July 29, 2010
Sunday, July 18, 2010
Lesson
The door opened and her head peeked in. "Professor? You wanted to see me?"
He looked up from his desk and nodded, watching her walk into his office. Dressed as usual in a short skirt and a button-down shirt with too many buttons unfastened, she always exuded an air of promiscuity.
Sitting down in the chair facing his desk, she didn't bother crossing her legs, but left them splayed lewdly open, allowing him a glimpse of her creamy inner thighs and a hint of further delights.
Closing his book, he looked at her, resolutely trying not to leer at her exposed cleavage. "Yes. I wanted to talk to you about your manner of dress. It's much too provocative for the classroom. Most of the guys are not paying attention to the lecture, but what it would feel like to f*** your tight little p****."
"Professor!" She spluttered, shocked at his forward language.
"Oh hush. You know it's true. Why else would you dress like a whore if you didn't want to be treated like one?"
"Well, professor," she said was a hint of resolve in her voice, "I like the way I dress, and I like how I feel when I'm dressed like this, so I'm not going to change. What are you going to do about that?"
"I'm going to do exactly what you want me to do." He said ominously. "Now stand up and put your hands flat on my desk."
With a defiant toss of her hair, she complied, sticking her a** further into the air than necessary, which was completely fine by him.
Her defiant look slipped a little when she saw him pull a wooden ruler out of his desk.
"What...?" She started, but trailed off with a gasp when he flipped up the back of her skirt to expose the perfect globes of her butt, the black thong she was wearing nestled enticingly between her cheeks.
"I'm going to spank you ten times with this, and you're going to count each one and thank me for it. Is that clear?"
He looked up from his desk and nodded, watching her walk into his office. Dressed as usual in a short skirt and a button-down shirt with too many buttons unfastened, she always exuded an air of promiscuity.
Sitting down in the chair facing his desk, she didn't bother crossing her legs, but left them splayed lewdly open, allowing him a glimpse of her creamy inner thighs and a hint of further delights.
Closing his book, he looked at her, resolutely trying not to leer at her exposed cleavage. "Yes. I wanted to talk to you about your manner of dress. It's much too provocative for the classroom. Most of the guys are not paying attention to the lecture, but what it would feel like to f*** your tight little p****."
"Professor!" She spluttered, shocked at his forward language.
"Oh hush. You know it's true. Why else would you dress like a whore if you didn't want to be treated like one?"
"Well, professor," she said was a hint of resolve in her voice, "I like the way I dress, and I like how I feel when I'm dressed like this, so I'm not going to change. What are you going to do about that?"
"I'm going to do exactly what you want me to do." He said ominously. "Now stand up and put your hands flat on my desk."
With a defiant toss of her hair, she complied, sticking her a** further into the air than necessary, which was completely fine by him.
Her defiant look slipped a little when she saw him pull a wooden ruler out of his desk.
"What...?" She started, but trailed off with a gasp when he flipped up the back of her skirt to expose the perfect globes of her butt, the black thong she was wearing nestled enticingly between her cheeks.
"I'm going to spank you ten times with this, and you're going to count each one and thank me for it. Is that clear?"
You dream the rest....
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
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